Post by Amberstar on Feb 20, 2009 20:59:27 GMT -5
Red. Blazing red. It was the color that blazed from the sun on this twilight, the color falling from the heavens in between the branches and leaves to leave it in striking contrast on the floor below. Brown and green, mottled with it's bloody, firey color from the sunset.
The temperature had become sporatic over the past few weeks, going from hot to cold to raining to snowing or frosting. On this afternoon, it had relented at least one warm afternoon, though Amberstar was sure it would withdraw it's promise to bring a cold night once more. So, enjoy it while it lasted, she supposed.
Despite the fact that food was flourishing once more in Treeclan, Amberstar was pretty sure that no cat was overly-fed quite yet as they were in Greenleaf. They still sported thick fur pelts and lean muscles.
So it was quite disconcerting when the Clan Leader, nonetheless, had surpassed the entire clan in weight. It wasn't like she was sneaking food. She was a Leader, she never broke the rules [okay, so she broke one rule], the Clan always came first [Fine, besides this one time]. Though she feared her secret wouldn't carry enough nutrients to sustain the remaining weeks, she tried to be inconspicuous and eat as much as her warriors. Still, nobody could deny that her muscles were loosening. And nobody could account for her sudden disappearances.
Her sister always fretted over her; it was only Westwind that she had notified that she was pregnant. Wiiiith... Her deputy's kits. Even the thought made her ears twitch; it was such a pleasant thought, but oh so breaking the warrior code. Though Westwind was retiring as Medicine Cat soon enough, she still used her skills to ensure that Amberstar was well and healthy enough to sustain kits through the end of leafbare. [The words Blackheart had taugh her, these seasons were still so odd to her.] Amberstar mildly mused if he even knew; she hadn't told him yet, even if her sudden growth in weight might have given her away. And... Maybe even more cats in her clan.
She opened a glazed eye to glance around the camp; she was resting, sprawled in a haphazard way on the announcing rock, just basking in a band of sunlight that escaped the shelter of the thicker leaves and branches. Her tail twitched in pleasure; she was enjoying this warm temperature while it lasted.
The temperature had become sporatic over the past few weeks, going from hot to cold to raining to snowing or frosting. On this afternoon, it had relented at least one warm afternoon, though Amberstar was sure it would withdraw it's promise to bring a cold night once more. So, enjoy it while it lasted, she supposed.
Despite the fact that food was flourishing once more in Treeclan, Amberstar was pretty sure that no cat was overly-fed quite yet as they were in Greenleaf. They still sported thick fur pelts and lean muscles.
So it was quite disconcerting when the Clan Leader, nonetheless, had surpassed the entire clan in weight. It wasn't like she was sneaking food. She was a Leader, she never broke the rules [okay, so she broke one rule], the Clan always came first [Fine, besides this one time]. Though she feared her secret wouldn't carry enough nutrients to sustain the remaining weeks, she tried to be inconspicuous and eat as much as her warriors. Still, nobody could deny that her muscles were loosening. And nobody could account for her sudden disappearances.
Her sister always fretted over her; it was only Westwind that she had notified that she was pregnant. Wiiiith... Her deputy's kits. Even the thought made her ears twitch; it was such a pleasant thought, but oh so breaking the warrior code. Though Westwind was retiring as Medicine Cat soon enough, she still used her skills to ensure that Amberstar was well and healthy enough to sustain kits through the end of leafbare. [The words Blackheart had taugh her, these seasons were still so odd to her.] Amberstar mildly mused if he even knew; she hadn't told him yet, even if her sudden growth in weight might have given her away. And... Maybe even more cats in her clan.
She opened a glazed eye to glance around the camp; she was resting, sprawled in a haphazard way on the announcing rock, just basking in a band of sunlight that escaped the shelter of the thicker leaves and branches. Her tail twitched in pleasure; she was enjoying this warm temperature while it lasted.
